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The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.

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These Carols By Walt Whitman

These Carols, sung to cheer my passage through the world I see,For completion, I dedicate to the Invisible World.

September 27, 2019
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There Was A Child Went Forth By Walt Whitman

There was a child went forth every day;And the first object he look’d upon, that object he became;And that object became part of him for…

September 27, 2019
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The World Below The Brine By Walt Whitman

The world below the brine;Forests at the bottom of the sea the branches and leaves,Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers and seeds the thick tangle, the…

September 27, 2019
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The Untold Want By Walt Whitman

The untold want, by life and land ne’er granted,Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.

September 27, 2019
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The Torch By Walt Whitman

On my northwest coast in the midst of the night, a fishermen’s group stands watching;Out on the lake, that expands before them, others are spearing…

September 27, 2019
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The Sobbing Of The Bells By Walt Whitman

The sobbing of the bells, the sudden death-news everywhere,The slumberers rouse, the rapport of the People,(Full well they know that message in the darkness,Full well…

September 27, 2019
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The Sleepers By Walt Whitman

I wander all night in my vision,Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping,Bending with open eyes over the shut eyes of sleepers,Wandering…

September 27, 2019
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The Singer In The Prison By Walt Whitman

O sight of shame, and pain, and dole!O fearful thought a convict Soul! Rang the refrain along the hall, the prison,Rose to the roof, the…

September 27, 2019
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The Ship Starting By Walt Whitman

Lo! The unbounded sea!On its breast a Ship starting, spreading all her sails an ample Ship, carrying even her moonsails;The pennant is flying aloft, as…

September 27, 2019
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The Runner By Walt Whitman

On a flat road runs the well-train’d runner;He is lean and sinewy, with muscular legs;He is thinly clothed he leans forward as he runs,With lightly…

September 27, 2019

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Mad For Poetry

Mad For Poetry

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  • Issue #1 – Mad for Poetry / Pazzi per la Poesia

Mad for Poetry

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